Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Iron Man

Oh, Readers, what am I going to do? I got one result back from all those little vials of blood they took yesterday, and I am anemic. The doctor's words were that my iron stores were at "rock bottom." That sounds bad. I looked up anemia on, and I have all the symptoms except cold hands and feet, restless leg syndrome, and a desire to eat dirt. But all the others, the fatigue, the irritability (totally) the palor, the increased risk of infection, and all the other stuff are all there.
You know, I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I really would like to go back to bitching and moaning about what to make for dinner, and halloween costumes and stupid stuff like that, but even the thought of coming up with something to make for dinner, let alone, shopping for ingredients, and cooking them makes me just want to take to my bed. I don't know how I ever had the creativity and energy to make that wolf costume, but I want it back!!!! I thought my sloth could not get any slothier, but this is ridiculous, and I just don't want to whine about it any more. But whine I will: whine whine whine whine whine. There.
I feel bad for my kid and my man. They want the mom back. What if they want to trade me in? "so and so's mom is fun and doesn't take naps, neener neener neener."
So, the iron supplements are going to work, right? RIGHT??

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